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Jade Welch Apr 2020
Come find me here
I'm over here
With locks of fire red

Come find me here
I'm over here
Eyes lifeless and dead
Jade Welch Apr 2020
Some nights I fight
Others I fall
If only you were here
To pull me through it all
Jade Welch Apr 2020
I found myself in the baron lands
Of love
Jade Welch Apr 2020
The darkness screams my name
Behind the whites of my eyes
And I cannot escape
I am trapped
Every night is the same
It sticks to my pupils
As though it had been drawn
Not all art IS art
Dark follows me during day
I cannot escape
And he loved me
He tells me
Every night
Behind my lids
I just laugh
Every
Time
I cannot escape
I cannot escape
I CANNOT ESCAPE
But I did
Long ago
Jade Welch Apr 2020
Dead ends and nowhere to turn
Your heart it feels like home
These walls are broken down
Yet still I sleep alone

Everything sounds warm
And this sun feels oh, so green
Nothing ever makes sense
When ripped away from dreams

The temptress beckons you over
And soon you too shall run
And when I awake again
The night leaves me alone and numb
Jade Welch Apr 2020
"I hate you", I cry.
And the mirror shouts it back.
Jade Welch Apr 2020
I could feel eyes over me,
behind me,
above me.
Always watching,
waiting for me to trip.
And when I did they watched,
I suppose that is all prying eyes can do.
I called out, but there were no ears to hear,
just eyes, watching... observing.

Oh, prying eyes, don't you see,
this life just wasn't made for me.

A hand came down, filled with pills
and prying eyes just watched;
slowly prying eyes faded, and I conversed with my watch.
"Any moment now" I said and the moment came and spoke;
"I hear you're looking for a ride, young child, so come and follow me"

I followed into darkness, cold, without a clue.
Then the moment turned and said "someone wants a word with you"  
I turned and there you were, hardly 34,
a look of sorry smudged across your face, I knew exactly what for.

I told you of the prying eyes and the awful lack of sound.
I told you stories about loss of laughter and asked why you weren't around.

Times were hard and tears were rough, I found myself to be lost. Looking back down at my wrist, lost hours to my watch.

I found my mind and lost prying eyes but still I feel something above me. A rock balanced on my shoulders, but I never forget what he told me.
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